Alex actually called the number rather than just texting this time, since he was pretty sure Otis would ignore that at least half the time. His leg bounced a mile a second and he rolled his eyes when it flipped over to voicemail. 

"You know you wanna answer this call, jackass. Uh, anyway, it's Alex and I was kind of hoping you could do us a favor. You have any like... bouncer friends that might be willing to work for free drinks or something? We're planning this thing... it's kind of unofficial and I think we're gonna need some back up, since one of the conditions of using this awesome fucking venue is that we can't let it get trashed or whatever. Anyway, uhm, call me back?" 

He ended the call and flopped back in his bed, staring at the ceiling. If they could make this work, it was going to be kind of fucking awesome.